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"good!"

Seeing Dai Wang's resolute attitude, Mu Yang nodded and did not hesitate any longer.

"Well then, Brother Dai, you'd better watch out!"

Mu Yang gripped the black gold four-sided mace tightly in his hand, and the true energy in his dantian surged suddenly.

The amount of true energy used was not much, only a hundred strands.

That is, the force of about 20,000 jin is added.

"The Ultimate Dragon-Subduing Mace"—The dragon submits!

Mu Yang took a step and flew out.

The long mace, like a dragon emerging from the sea, smashed towards Dai Wang with terrifying force.

The mace sliced ​​through the air, producing a piercing sonic boom.

Sensing the fluctuations in true energy, Dai Wang knew that Mu Yang had exerted his power.

He immediately composed himself and poured all his inner energy into the blade.

"clang--!!!"

The deafening clang of metal clashing rang out once again.

The shock made Dai Wang's eardrums bulge.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less.

His entire attention was drawn to the long mace in front of him.

In his eyes, the long mace seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and a terrifying force, almost overwhelming, emanated from the long sword he held.

The shock made his hand go numb.

He lost his grip, and the long sword flew out of his hand, twirling several times in the air before crashing into the wall with a clang.

He was also shaken backward by the force, and deep cracks were left in the bluestone slabs beneath his feet.

It wasn't until he stepped back more than ten paces, his body pressed against the old tree in the courtyard, that the tree's branches and leaves trembled wildly and fell in a flurry, that he finally managed to regain his balance.

A warm liquid suddenly appeared in his sense of touch.

He looked down.

Fortunately, my pants were fine; it was just that the web of my right hand, which was gripping the knife, was bleeding.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still filled with shock.

One strike, just one strike...

If Mu Yang hadn't used a clever trick at the last moment to knock the Water Cold Blade away and then stopped in time, his situation would probably have been even worse.

I might have to take a long break from work for a while.

"Wow, what a young hero!"

Dai Wang gasped and looked up at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang had already sheathed his mace, his face calm and his breathing even, as if the attack just now was just a casual flick of the wrist.

It was as easy as playing with a child.

Dai Wang opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to utter two words.

"monster......"

For a fleeting moment, he felt that his years-long dedication to martial arts had truly shattered a little.

A junior who had only been in the Qi Condensation Realm for less than a day instantly killed him, a late-stage Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, in one move.

Who would believe that if I told them?!

"I'm starting to regret it now."

Dai Wang glanced at Xue She, then at Mu Yang, and said.

"Regret what?"

Xue She, who was standing to the side in a daze, asked a question subconsciously.

"I regret not bringing him into the police station sooner!" Dai Wang shook his head and sighed.

"Brother Dai, you flatter me."

Mu Yang smiled slightly, walked over and pulled the Water Cold Blade from the wall, handing it to Dai Wang.

Dai Wang took the knife, looked at the cracks on the blade, and felt a pang of heartache.

"You little brat, you really went all out, bullying an old woman like me who has no strength."

Mu Yang: ? ? ?

You're the one who complains my hands are too light, and you're also the one who complains my hands are too heavy.

"Haha, just kidding!"

Seeing Mu Yang's expression as if he had just swallowed a bitter pill, Dai Wang laughed and said, "But to be honest, I'm truly impressed by what you've done."

He patted Mu Yang on the shoulder with a smile: "I don't know what you ate to grow up like this, you're really strong."

"Work hard in the Demon Slayer Division from now on. Who knows, in a few years you might be the one to take over the Demon Slayer position in our Qinghe County branch!"

Zhi Sha Lang is the highest-ranking leader of the Demon Slayer Division's branch in Qinghe County.

He held the rank of fifth grade official, the same rank as the prefect of Qinghe County.

"Then thank you for your kind words, Brother Dai."

Mu Yang said with a smile.

"Okay! Then I'll be counting on you to protect me from now on!"

"Let's go, we have to have a good drink tonight to celebrate Brother Mu's successful joining the Demon Slayer Division!"

Dai Wang waved his hand and pulled Xue She, who was still savoring the battle, over to him, and said cheerfully.

As the sun set, its afterglow spilled into the courtyard, casting long shadows of the three people.

..................

at the same time.

The inner courtyard of Pingwei Escort Agency.

Bao Ping put down the ledger that was giving him a headache and looked at the sunset on the horizon.

"Young Master!"

A steward pushed open the door and bowed, saying, "We have news from Muyang."

"Speak," Bao Ping said, turning his gaze away.

"That Mu Yang left the city early this morning to participate in the Demon Slayer Division's assessment, and he is now a reserve member of the Demon Slayer Division!" the steward said.

"The Demon Slayer Division?"

Bao Ping raised an eyebrow slightly.

He thought the kid came to the county town to join the constables, but he never expected that he came to join the Demon Slayer Division.

This is getting a bit tricky.

Although Mu Yang was only a reserve member, he was still a member of the Demon Slayer Division.

In Qinghe County, everyone knows that the most powerful and ruthless group is the madmen from the Demon Slayer Division.

"It seems we'll have to be more discreet when we make our move," Bao Ping murmured.

Bodyguards are in a profession where they risk their lives, so naturally they won't be intimidated by a mere skin.

Moreover, this is just a preliminary skin.

At most, they'll just be more discreet when they take action, trying their best not to get caught.

He has experience with this.

Bao Ping said, "Continue to send people to keep an eye on them, but don't follow them closely. Just know their general movements."

"Yes, young master!"

..................

The next day, early in the morning.

As dawn broke, Mu Yang got up to wash and prepare for his morning routine.

He changed into the Demon Slayer Division's uniform, which was entirely black with dark red cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem.

The well-fitting outfit accentuated Mu Yang's tall and broad shoulders, making him appear even more heroic.

After dressing and putting all his belongings into his sleeve pocket, Mu Yang turned his attention to the equipment inventory.

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【已装备物品：1.驴妖尸首+、2.小型袖袋+、3.《浩瀚大丹田构筑法》+、4.《极力伏蛟锏》+、5.狼牙重棒+】

Current number of available equipment slots: 0

......

Because of the short timeframe, no equipment has yet been fully solidified.

Mu Yang withdrew his gaze and pushed open the door to leave.

In the courtyard, Xue She was yawning, holding a bowl of hot porridge, sitting at the stone table.

On a stone bench nearby, there was a tied-up bag.

Seeing Mu Yang emerge, he paused for a moment, looked him up and down, and exclaimed in admiration, "Good heavens, wearing this outfit makes him look like a completely different person! No wonder it's the uniform of the Demon Slayer Division, it's truly impressive!"

"Brother Xue, you flatter me."

Mu Yang smiled, sat down at the stone table, ladled out a bowl of porridge, and finished it in a few gulps.

"I've been away for quite a while now, and I'm preparing to head back this afternoon. Be careful here, and if you encounter any problems, consult your brother Dai."

Xue She patted him on the shoulder and said.

"I know, Brother Xue."

Mu Yang nodded emphatically.

Under Xue She's gaze, he got up and left the courtyard.

After Mu Yang left, Xue She picked up his packed bag and led his snow-white horse out of the courtyard.

Who knows when we'll meet again after this parting?